Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.